where to buy gabapentin online We arrived at the train station in Vannes, dropped off the rental at Europcar, and caught our train to Rennes where we would change to a train to Paris. The train to Rennes was a regional train, all seats were 1st class and I wished airplane seats were as comfortable. At Rennes we caught a TGV to Paris and arrived in Paris around 3 PM. We walked from the Gare Montparnasse to our Hotel on Rue de Gergovie. The hotel was pleasant, newly redone, new comfortable beds, flat screen tvs, but alas we were on the third floor (French so really 4th floor) and they had no elevator. It was coming, hopefully by December! We deposited our bags and grabbed the metro to the Champs Elysees. After window shopping and shopping for Kimberly, we strolled up toward the Arc de Triomphe. Walking back, we noticed the sidewalk packed with people, people in uniforms, groups of young people standing at attention, a band, people carrying regimental banners, and elderly folks wearing tricolor sashes with badges on them sanding next to wifes, children, grandchildren etc. The young people in uniform marched to a side street to start the formation. On the Champs Elysee sidewalk across from the side street the band was hitting a note or two. Out of nowhere, police cars arrived and blocked the street leading up to the Arc de Triomphe. First the band, then the group carrying floral arrangements and regimental banners, then the young people in uniform and finally the rest of the crowd all marched up the Champs Elysees to the Arc de Triomphe and laid the flower arrangements to honor those who have lost their lives in war. Glenn found out from one of the participants that this happens only once a year, that every regiment has at least one representative to carry its banner to honor their fallen comrades. And, we stumbled into it!
where to order Pregabalin We found a café to have a drink called L’Alsace and devised a plan to find a restaurant for dinner. After our brief pause, we hopped the Metro back to Montparnasse and strolled Boulevard Montparnasse looking for a place to find steak. By this time we were afraid to try fish in Paris after all that beautiful fresh seafood in Brittany. We stumbled on Relais d’Entrecote and decided to give it a try. Funny thing – no choice. Everybody had a salad, steak came rare, medium rare, or medium, and mounds of frites. Our delightful waitress did say we could choose our dessert. She recommended a wine from the owner of the restaurant’s winery. It was tasty and we finished it pretty quickly and ordered another bottle of a different wine. Jut as we got down to about 60% of our plates being eaten, our server came back with more steak and more frites! There was no way to be a member of the clean plate club here! As for dessert, we passed!
We walked back to the hotel, realizing we needed to leave for the RER station by 8:15 or 8:30.
